The Last One At The Wedding Novels & Stories

The nurse, thinking I was nervous, suggested, "Why don’t you play on your phone for a bit? It might help you relax." I stared blankly at my phone, my fingers unconsciously scrolling through my social media feed. That was when I came across it—a carefully curated photo collage Anne had posted, complete with a geotag. Her caption read: "Spending my final days with the one I love most." In one of the photos, their hands were tightly clasped together. I had already resolved to let go of this relationship on the day of the wedding, but tears still fell onto my phone screen. Evan had always been busy with work, constantly traveling for business, and the wedding date had been postponed over and ove

They had kissed once when the priest had officiated their wedding and it was so good that Diana wanted him to kiss her again. But just as Marcus was about to kiss his wife, he looked over her shoulder and saw the last person he was expecting to see at his wedding. His ex fiancee, Angelique Mackena. "In our vows we said, "what's mine is yours", remember?"

This wedding would be a happy occasion, and nothing was allowed to disrupt it. *** The remaining guests started showing up at the wedding venue long before the grooms. As per the wedding procedure, the grooms were supposed to arrive last and proceed straight towards the altar. Thus, while awaiting the arrival of the two protagonists of the event, the guests mingled amongst themselves, enjoying the served refreshments and the stunning view around them.

Charlie's Point-of-View Rachel Mead, my soon-to-be wife, didn't take off the microphone on her wedding dress, so the overlapping moans came through the sound system at the wedding. In that instant, every guest in the hall turned to fix their gaze on me, some carrying ridicule, others carrying sympathy. "Did you guys hear that? Mr. Lund is actually being cuckolded…" "Oh, my. Isn't this live broadcast way more entertaining than the officiant's speech?"

"Mamma knew a long time ago that Ryder wasn't the one for you. A man who truly wants to marry you doesn't make you wait seven years without a ring. It's not too late to walk away. Everything for the wedding is already in place." "It's in three days. Take your time packing. No need to rush." So, in everyone else's eyes, it had always been crystal clear. And for seven years, I had believed his empty promises, letting him string me along. "Mamma, you choose. I don't have a preference. Just keep the ceremony simple." I heard footsteps behind me. Ryder had appeared at some point, and at the word "wedding," his voice turned sharp. "A wedding? What wedding?"

For a moment, everyone present looked at one another. Finn froze mid-motion, the wine glass still raised in his hand. His expression darkened immediately. I swept my gaze around the room and realized that almost everyone here was part of the group that had made bets with Finn earlier. This was… tricky. I leaned closer to Marcus and whispered, “What kind of friends’ gathering is this, exactly?” He sat down as if nothing was wrong and casually raised his glass toward everyone. “We didn’t notify everyone about the wedding,” he said calmly. “So I hope you’ll all wish us well.”

I hated this reaction from her but why she was bothering me this much? Everyone stood up, the ceremony was over. It wasn’t a normal wedding, families and guests don’t applause, toast merrily or congratulate the newly-weds. They must be waiting for their turn to leave. “Marcello, take my wife to the estate. I have to give my farewell to the Wilson family.” I said to Marcello who was standing at a meter’s distance. I noticed her gasping beside me.

Selene said while smirking. Aston took one last look at the chaos surrounding them, the destroyed decorations, the frightened guests, and the cameras flashing endlessly, before turning away completely. “The wedding,” he said flatly, looking at Selene with complete detachment, “is over.”

"Willow, I'm sorry. Something urgent came up at the office." He leaned in and naturally kissed my forehead, as though nothing in the world were wrong. "I'll have the driver take you home after this, okay?" Then, he turned and left. His assistant stepped forward at once. "Ms. Lane, which gown would you like to try next?" I watched Adrian's figure disappear into the distance for a moment before replying softly, "None of them." It didn't matter what dress I chose; there would only be one bride at that wedding—the one who was dead.

I’m sure they want to have a last fling before the wedding. I quietly approach to see if I can catch a snippet of conversation. I press my ear against the door to hear what is being said inside: - You shouldn’t have joined me here! - Why? - But, I’m about to get married! - So what? I’m also getting married. But, I had to taste you one last time. Didn’t I miss you? - Of course you did, how could I forget you? They throw themselves into each other’s arms.